Clifford Villalon Poet Imagism

Blue Moons

Blistering and scorching sands
  Land of the hushed and crushed hands
Up the creepy furs clasping 'round
  Ebbing scraped sand of ants' mound

Mortars of the deep and steamy skies
  O'er peals and dreamy flies
Off the reef passerine of stormy glides entreat
  New leaf flit, strength above my feet...

Sunsets tweak, marvels at its peak

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Marikate Kingston November 9, 2023 at 4:57 PM There are few things as lovely as a blue moon. Those two words are found in several songs over the years. I used to know a poem that read, "Two things can tear my heart in two, Moonlight on still ponds and you" What a pretty line of yours: "Sunset tweeks, marvels at it's peak" I just love your poem all over the place! It has such a romantic feel to me. Clifford Villalon November 11, 2023 at 5:59 AM Your heart's sparkling gesture swirls around your body of beauty and appreciation!... :) Cliff